Best Friends
Series: I Said Let Me In
Title: Best Friends [2/5]
Pairing: Yoomin, Yunchunmin
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2745
Genre: angst, humor, romance, fluff
Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to even lie about owning them.
Poster credits myself an blv13(who doesn't actually use her livejournal)
Summary: The first time Yunho walked in on them together, they didn’t notice and he backed out quietly. He felt like the little boy he was in middle school before they appeared. Alone.
AN: The prequel to this fic can be found here. It's not necessary to read it first.
Yunho woke up in Changmin’s bed. With both of them curled around him on top of the blankets he was swaddled in. He knows it’s Changmin’s hand in his hair and Yoochun’s arm across his chest.
He loves waking up like this. He wants to stay in Changmin’s bed and in their arms forever. He really does, but he has to pee. The fact that they’re boxing him in means he has to wake them up. He hates the thought as soon as he has it, but knows there is no way around it. He wasn’t that good.
Yoochun sleeps like the living dead and it’s easier to wake him with two people. He turns to the taller one. Whose brown eyes are open, filled with concern as he stares.
Yunho can’t handle that stare it speaks too many words of love, offers something he can’t accept because it wouldn’t be enough.
“You’re creepy.”
Smiles look beautiful on Changmin, his eyes go mismatched and there’s no doubting how happy he is. It’s one of the many things about Changmin that enthralls him, made him fall in love. He should probably stop this train of thought because it leads nowhere good.
“I have to pee.”
The body on his other side slides, heading towards the floor and Yunho reaches out to catch him.
“Let me go,” the man slurs, still half-asleep. “You said you had to pee.” Then there’s silence. They both lean over the side of the bed to see Yoochun curled against the side of the mattress, eyes closed, lips in a pout. Changmin shakes his head and helps Yunho untangle himself from the mass of blankets that Yoochun had insisted he be wrapped in.
“You need help?”
“Shim, you can wish and hope for the day that you get to see me with my pants down. It’ll never come.” His back is facing Changmin, but he can feel the others smirk and he doesn't want to think about what that means, he shouldn't and it's probably not hinting at what he thinks.
“Glad you’re okay Yunho.”
“Yea, Yea, just get the baby off the floor before he wakes up with a neck cramp.”
By the time he gets finished and walks back out, his umma is fully awake and holding a plate full of food. Since Changmin is sulking in the corner, that plate is definitely his. He goes to sit at the desk only to hear a tch from behind him.
“Get your ass back in this bed Jung Yunho.” A cold chill runs down his spine for an instant and Yunho knows that he is Park Yoochun’s bitch, if only in this moment. Because he feels his body rising up of its own accord though his inner bad-ass is protesting. He feels oddly detached from his body as it walks to the bed, doing Yoochun’s bidding.
Fingers move towards his mouth and he’s back. Not really disliking the idea of being a bitch anymore. He’s getting hand fed. It’s a good trade-off.
He looks towards the corner and Changmin is pouting. Pouting. Yunho knows when he mentions it, Changmin will deny it and it will disappear. More food is shoved passed his lips and the pout deepens.
It’s one of the most adorable things he’s ever seen.
“Changmin-ah.”
He didn’t think it was possible, but Shim Changmin is making puppy eyes at him. Then again he wants food, not surprising at all.
“The food’s over here.” Yoochun is hiding his snickers in his shoulder. “I mean you can stay in the corner and pout, but the food will still be over here.”
They blink and the corner is empty, a still pouting Changmin beside Yunho head over his shoulder and puppy eyes staring both of them down.
“This is---” Smiling faces are looking at him. He chews on the gimbap. “All is forgiven.”
A hand shoves him out of the bed just when he opens his mouth for another piece and when he hits the floor, limbs tangling in awkward positions, he hears the snap of a camera.
“Get up. Floor doesn’t look good on you.”
Hardened war generals have fallen at the site of Changmin’s glare and he has no problem turning it to his two friends. Neither of them flinch. They shoot him a joint look. Yunho’s eyebrow is raised in question and Yoochun’s smirking.
He sighs. It was worth a try. Crawling back into the bed and resuming his post beside Yunho, he opens his mouth. It takes a minute. Longer than he would like but there is more food on his tongue, satisfying his abnormal appetite. With the help of Changmin the food disappears rather quickly. Yoochun heads downstairs to get more.
That’s how the rest of their Friday is spent. In Changmin’s bed, eating Changmin’s food, and talking. At some point one of them had turned on a movie but they end up falling asleep in the middle of it.
Yunho is the one that wakes up and turns the tv off. He turns off the light and turns back towards the bed. He walks towards it slowly, as if the slightest movement could disturb the calm that has settled in the dark, destroy his resolve, wake them up.
Taking a spot near the foot of the bed, he watches. The moon is shining through the window and it hits both of them, bathing them in ethereal light, caressing their skin like he wanted to, and he wants to cry.
He’s meeting Yoochun and Changmin at the swings when it happens. He doesn’t see the foot appear and trips over it. Landing face first in the dirt only adds to his embarrassment. He tries to get up only to be pushed back down. He knows what’s coming and a part of him says get up and fight, but there is a larger part. The fear, the survivor, the one who knows how this works.
He curls in on himself because he learned the first time that if he didn’t it would hurt worse.
The first kick is always the worse. He expects it, but it hurts regardless. No matter how much he braces himself, it stings and makes his eyes water.
He was still waiting on the second kick.
It never came.
He looks up into Yoochun’s tear filled eyes and Changmin’s angry ones. He shrinks back and the other boy’s face instantly calms.
He sees what he thinks are the boy’s that were just stomping on him. But he can’t be sure. Until Changmin walks behind them and tells them to apologize. At first, they’re all close-mouthed and tight-lipped and he wants to tell Changmin it’s okay but Yoochun gives him a look. Let Changmin handle this.
He nods in understanding. Yoochun pulls him up and leads him to stand in front of his bullies. Changmin had taken the liberty of giving them all a kick in the back (later he would say that it was because they weren’t bowing low enough, he didn’t feel the sincerity).
Yunho thinks that’s probably true because Changmin makes them apologize ten times and he was sure he was getting ready to ask for an eleventh when Yoochun pointed out that he needed to go to the nurse and they didn’t really have time for it.
Changmin quickly agrees before kicking each boy on the ground one more time.
Yoochun wraps his arms around him and they walk him to the nurse. Yunho feels at ease. He's no longer alone.
Yunho is pulled out of his daze by those same arms, coaxing him between the two people who have become his world, wrapping around him, pulling him closer, holding him tighter as if scared he was going to run away. He snuggled into those arms, trying to reassure the boy and himself that they didn’t have anything to worry about.
Saturday morning was never seen by the three boys in the bed and Saturday afternoon was well on its way to missing out on their presence when Changmin’s sister burst through the door.
“Oppa, I understand that it’s not everyday you end up in bed with sexy boys, trust me I know how painful it must be for them, I’ve had to look at your face for years, I’m surprised they're both still h---.” A pillow effectively cut off the rest of her sentence.
“Good. You’re up. Umma says downstairs now. If you miss lunch she will not be making extra servings of dinner for you.”
Letting out a groan, he elbowed the boy next to him. Only to remember when the boy moaned that it was Yunho, who had been beat up yesterday. He immediately turned to the boy in concern to meet Yoochun’s eyes. He thanks Buddha that looks can’t kill because he would definitely be dead right now. “Keep your long limbs to yourself. Yunho has his own.”
“I’m sorry, Yunho. I didn’t mean to elbow you.” Yoochun was giving him a look, “Well I did but I forgot.” The look seemed to be getting worse the more he talked, maybe he should shut up. Shutting up now. The boy in question was watching the both of them amusement in his eyes.
“It didn’t hurt.”
At least Yoochun wasn’t glaring at him anymore.
“Really, it didn’t hurt. I just wanted to sleep for a little longer. Seriously Yoochun, I’m fine.”
He glared at Changmin one more time before nodding his head and moving off the bed. Changmin whispered a thank you to Yunho before sliding out of the bed, too. Yoochun pushed the other boy out the door before glancing back, waiting. Yunho was still in bed. “You coming.”
“Yeah.” It sounded as if he had just thought about the idea of joining them.
“Well, hurry up. Min’s going to eat all the food and then we’ll both be hungry.”
They walked down the stairs together. Entering the dining room, they encountered a strange sight. Changmin was sitting at the table, food in front of him, not eating. They were by his side in an instant. Yunho checking his forehead to make sure he didn’t have a fever and Yoochun on his knees beside him asking was he okay. His eyes hadn’t moved from the plate in front of him since they had arrived.
“Min....” He turned to look at the boy near his lap. His face lite up and he turned back to his plate ready to pick up his chopsticks and eat, then his face deflated again. He was back to staring at his plate.
“Min.” He looked up, finally noticing the presence that was hovering by his shoulder. The smile came back and stayed. This time when he turned back, food was already making its way to his mouth.
The two boys looked at each other with a smile and grabbed a seat at the table. “Where is your umma, so we can thank her for lunch.”
“They went shopping.” It was muffled by the food filling his mouth. "Shut up and eat or don't. More for me, " he said around a mouth full of kimchi. They watched fascinated as usual with the sheer amount of food Changmin could eat without ever getting sick. Before either one of them had picked up their chopsticks, half the food was gone and he was starting on the second half.
Yoochun glanced over at him and he gave a nod as confirmation that he was in.
In five. Yoochun's hands were reaching for two of the bowls. Four. His own hands were wrapping around some dish. Three. The slide of the acquired dishes closer to them. Two. The subtle shift that Min never noticed. One. A quick glance at his partner. Zero!
They always time it perfectly.
They’re up and running for Changmin’s room while he’s mid-chew, right before he reaches out to grab something else with his chopsticks.
“Yah.” They can hear the laughter and the silent ‘what the hell’ in his voice from behind them. They don’t stop though.
Yunho closes the door behind them and locks it. “Now we eat.”
They’ve done this enough times before to know that he won’t chase them. He’ll stand where the food was supposed to be and laugh. He’d take his time coming to find them and by then they would have scarfed down all traces of food. Even though Min was a walking, talking, extremely snarky garbage disposal, he was a good friend.
They stumbled down the stairs after they were finished, high on the fact that this time was just as great as the other ones. They dropped the dishes of in the kitchen and set out to search for Changmin, only to turn around before exiting the doorway to wash and put up the dishes they used.
He was sprawled across the couch when they found him. The show he was supposed to be watching was watching him. Yoochun watched from the sidelines, quiet as Yunho stared at him. He noticed the slight tremble in his hand when he reached to brush the hair out of Changmin's face. Interesting.
He would have stayed in the same spot for the rest of the day just watching them, but Yunho was beckoning him over. He had taken up residence at Changmin's feet. Him sitting on the couch with the other's feet in his lap. He motioned at Yoochun to do the same. He joined them because they always did this.
Just like always they fell asleep. Changmin across their laps, Yoochun half on top of Changmin, and Yunho topping them both.
This is where Changmin's umma found them later and she could tell by looking that they were going to probably regret this decision or accident later. She shook her head, covering them with a blanket. She turned out the light.
"Goodnight boys."
They woke up in pain on Sunday and both Yoochun and Yunho came to a swift agreement that Changmin was at fault.
He scoffed, sneered, then finally settled on a smile. "No one told you two to join me on the couch. I was just fine by myself. It's obvious that you just wanted to feel this sexy while you slept. Which is fine I'm not complaining. Please feel free to touch and ogle at your convenience, but don't blame me when you end up in awkward positions or wake up in pain the next morning." He ended his statement with a leer.
If there was any doubt in Yunho's mind that this wasn't just his normal snarky response, the leer still taking up residence on his face crushed it.
He glanced at Yoochun. His cheeks were flushed. His hands covered his face hiding what Yunho was sure was a smile.
Yunho was about to respond, really he was, but Yoochun had finally moved his hand away from his face. He’s sure that he has a fetish for dimples, shoulder length curly hair pulled into a short ponytail and collarbones. The last one is more than a little weird but it fits. Then again he also has a thing for long legs, eyes that get even more mismatched with a smile, and snark. Maybe it wasn't so weird.
He’s pulled away from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. Eyes are searching his, asking if he is okay. He smiles.
“I’m fine. I do have to go though.” He could see Yoochun opening up his mouth to protest and the frown forming on Changmin’s face. “I haven’t been home all weekend, my parents are probably worried, I need a shower........
They both looked as if they were waiting for the rest of it. The part that would actually have them agreeing with his excuses and letting him go home.
And I’m sick of your faces.” It wasn’t an excuse that could get him out of those looks, but it would do it’s job as a filler and he could just walk out while they mulled over his statement. It started with Yoochun, which things like laughing fits always do. Then it spread to Changmin. When he looks at them, they’re clutching each other and trying to remain upright.
Yunho uses the momentary distraction he’s provided to locate his things. He glances at both of them, waves goodbye, and darts out the door. He yells over his shoulder as he’s walking away. Because he knows they’re standing in the door watching him leave.
“See you tomorrow.”
Title: Best Friends [2/5]
Pairing: Yoomin, Yunchunmin
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2745
Genre: angst, humor, romance, fluff
Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to even lie about owning them.
Poster credits myself an blv13(who doesn't actually use her livejournal)
Summary: The first time Yunho walked in on them together, they didn’t notice and he backed out quietly. He felt like the little boy he was in middle school before they appeared. Alone.
AN: The prequel to this fic can be found here. It's not necessary to read it first.
Yunho woke up in Changmin’s bed. With both of them curled around him on top of the blankets he was swaddled in. He knows it’s Changmin’s hand in his hair and Yoochun’s arm across his chest.
He loves waking up like this. He wants to stay in Changmin’s bed and in their arms forever. He really does, but he has to pee. The fact that they’re boxing him in means he has to wake them up. He hates the thought as soon as he has it, but knows there is no way around it. He wasn’t that good.
Yoochun sleeps like the living dead and it’s easier to wake him with two people. He turns to the taller one. Whose brown eyes are open, filled with concern as he stares.
Yunho can’t handle that stare it speaks too many words of love, offers something he can’t accept because it wouldn’t be enough.
“You’re creepy.”
Smiles look beautiful on Changmin, his eyes go mismatched and there’s no doubting how happy he is. It’s one of the many things about Changmin that enthralls him, made him fall in love. He should probably stop this train of thought because it leads nowhere good.
“I have to pee.”
The body on his other side slides, heading towards the floor and Yunho reaches out to catch him.
“Let me go,” the man slurs, still half-asleep. “You said you had to pee.” Then there’s silence. They both lean over the side of the bed to see Yoochun curled against the side of the mattress, eyes closed, lips in a pout. Changmin shakes his head and helps Yunho untangle himself from the mass of blankets that Yoochun had insisted he be wrapped in.
“You need help?”
“Shim, you can wish and hope for the day that you get to see me with my pants down. It’ll never come.” His back is facing Changmin, but he can feel the others smirk and he doesn't want to think about what that means, he shouldn't and it's probably not hinting at what he thinks.
“Glad you’re okay Yunho.”
“Yea, Yea, just get the baby off the floor before he wakes up with a neck cramp.”
By the time he gets finished and walks back out, his umma is fully awake and holding a plate full of food. Since Changmin is sulking in the corner, that plate is definitely his. He goes to sit at the desk only to hear a tch from behind him.
“Get your ass back in this bed Jung Yunho.” A cold chill runs down his spine for an instant and Yunho knows that he is Park Yoochun’s bitch, if only in this moment. Because he feels his body rising up of its own accord though his inner bad-ass is protesting. He feels oddly detached from his body as it walks to the bed, doing Yoochun’s bidding.
Fingers move towards his mouth and he’s back. Not really disliking the idea of being a bitch anymore. He’s getting hand fed. It’s a good trade-off.
He looks towards the corner and Changmin is pouting. Pouting. Yunho knows when he mentions it, Changmin will deny it and it will disappear. More food is shoved passed his lips and the pout deepens.
It’s one of the most adorable things he’s ever seen.
“Changmin-ah.”
He didn’t think it was possible, but Shim Changmin is making puppy eyes at him. Then again he wants food, not surprising at all.
“The food’s over here.” Yoochun is hiding his snickers in his shoulder. “I mean you can stay in the corner and pout, but the food will still be over here.”
They blink and the corner is empty, a still pouting Changmin beside Yunho head over his shoulder and puppy eyes staring both of them down.
“This is---” Smiling faces are looking at him. He chews on the gimbap. “All is forgiven.”
A hand shoves him out of the bed just when he opens his mouth for another piece and when he hits the floor, limbs tangling in awkward positions, he hears the snap of a camera.
“Get up. Floor doesn’t look good on you.”
Hardened war generals have fallen at the site of Changmin’s glare and he has no problem turning it to his two friends. Neither of them flinch. They shoot him a joint look. Yunho’s eyebrow is raised in question and Yoochun’s smirking.
He sighs. It was worth a try. Crawling back into the bed and resuming his post beside Yunho, he opens his mouth. It takes a minute. Longer than he would like but there is more food on his tongue, satisfying his abnormal appetite. With the help of Changmin the food disappears rather quickly. Yoochun heads downstairs to get more.
That’s how the rest of their Friday is spent. In Changmin’s bed, eating Changmin’s food, and talking. At some point one of them had turned on a movie but they end up falling asleep in the middle of it.
Yunho is the one that wakes up and turns the tv off. He turns off the light and turns back towards the bed. He walks towards it slowly, as if the slightest movement could disturb the calm that has settled in the dark, destroy his resolve, wake them up.
Taking a spot near the foot of the bed, he watches. The moon is shining through the window and it hits both of them, bathing them in ethereal light, caressing their skin like he wanted to, and he wants to cry.
He’s meeting Yoochun and Changmin at the swings when it happens. He doesn’t see the foot appear and trips over it. Landing face first in the dirt only adds to his embarrassment. He tries to get up only to be pushed back down. He knows what’s coming and a part of him says get up and fight, but there is a larger part. The fear, the survivor, the one who knows how this works.
He curls in on himself because he learned the first time that if he didn’t it would hurt worse.
The first kick is always the worse. He expects it, but it hurts regardless. No matter how much he braces himself, it stings and makes his eyes water.
He was still waiting on the second kick.
It never came.
He looks up into Yoochun’s tear filled eyes and Changmin’s angry ones. He shrinks back and the other boy’s face instantly calms.
He sees what he thinks are the boy’s that were just stomping on him. But he can’t be sure. Until Changmin walks behind them and tells them to apologize. At first, they’re all close-mouthed and tight-lipped and he wants to tell Changmin it’s okay but Yoochun gives him a look. Let Changmin handle this.
He nods in understanding. Yoochun pulls him up and leads him to stand in front of his bullies. Changmin had taken the liberty of giving them all a kick in the back (later he would say that it was because they weren’t bowing low enough, he didn’t feel the sincerity).
Yunho thinks that’s probably true because Changmin makes them apologize ten times and he was sure he was getting ready to ask for an eleventh when Yoochun pointed out that he needed to go to the nurse and they didn’t really have time for it.
Changmin quickly agrees before kicking each boy on the ground one more time.
Yoochun wraps his arms around him and they walk him to the nurse. Yunho feels at ease. He's no longer alone.
Yunho is pulled out of his daze by those same arms, coaxing him between the two people who have become his world, wrapping around him, pulling him closer, holding him tighter as if scared he was going to run away. He snuggled into those arms, trying to reassure the boy and himself that they didn’t have anything to worry about.
Saturday morning was never seen by the three boys in the bed and Saturday afternoon was well on its way to missing out on their presence when Changmin’s sister burst through the door.
“Oppa, I understand that it’s not everyday you end up in bed with sexy boys, trust me I know how painful it must be for them, I’ve had to look at your face for years, I’m surprised they're both still h---.” A pillow effectively cut off the rest of her sentence.
“Good. You’re up. Umma says downstairs now. If you miss lunch she will not be making extra servings of dinner for you.”
Letting out a groan, he elbowed the boy next to him. Only to remember when the boy moaned that it was Yunho, who had been beat up yesterday. He immediately turned to the boy in concern to meet Yoochun’s eyes. He thanks Buddha that looks can’t kill because he would definitely be dead right now. “Keep your long limbs to yourself. Yunho has his own.”
“I’m sorry, Yunho. I didn’t mean to elbow you.” Yoochun was giving him a look, “Well I did but I forgot.” The look seemed to be getting worse the more he talked, maybe he should shut up. Shutting up now. The boy in question was watching the both of them amusement in his eyes.
“It didn’t hurt.”
At least Yoochun wasn’t glaring at him anymore.
“Really, it didn’t hurt. I just wanted to sleep for a little longer. Seriously Yoochun, I’m fine.”
He glared at Changmin one more time before nodding his head and moving off the bed. Changmin whispered a thank you to Yunho before sliding out of the bed, too. Yoochun pushed the other boy out the door before glancing back, waiting. Yunho was still in bed. “You coming.”
“Yeah.” It sounded as if he had just thought about the idea of joining them.
“Well, hurry up. Min’s going to eat all the food and then we’ll both be hungry.”
They walked down the stairs together. Entering the dining room, they encountered a strange sight. Changmin was sitting at the table, food in front of him, not eating. They were by his side in an instant. Yunho checking his forehead to make sure he didn’t have a fever and Yoochun on his knees beside him asking was he okay. His eyes hadn’t moved from the plate in front of him since they had arrived.
“Min....” He turned to look at the boy near his lap. His face lite up and he turned back to his plate ready to pick up his chopsticks and eat, then his face deflated again. He was back to staring at his plate.
“Min.” He looked up, finally noticing the presence that was hovering by his shoulder. The smile came back and stayed. This time when he turned back, food was already making its way to his mouth.
The two boys looked at each other with a smile and grabbed a seat at the table. “Where is your umma, so we can thank her for lunch.”
“They went shopping.” It was muffled by the food filling his mouth. "Shut up and eat or don't. More for me, " he said around a mouth full of kimchi. They watched fascinated as usual with the sheer amount of food Changmin could eat without ever getting sick. Before either one of them had picked up their chopsticks, half the food was gone and he was starting on the second half.
Yoochun glanced over at him and he gave a nod as confirmation that he was in.
In five. Yoochun's hands were reaching for two of the bowls. Four. His own hands were wrapping around some dish. Three. The slide of the acquired dishes closer to them. Two. The subtle shift that Min never noticed. One. A quick glance at his partner. Zero!
They always time it perfectly.
They’re up and running for Changmin’s room while he’s mid-chew, right before he reaches out to grab something else with his chopsticks.
“Yah.” They can hear the laughter and the silent ‘what the hell’ in his voice from behind them. They don’t stop though.
Yunho closes the door behind them and locks it. “Now we eat.”
They’ve done this enough times before to know that he won’t chase them. He’ll stand where the food was supposed to be and laugh. He’d take his time coming to find them and by then they would have scarfed down all traces of food. Even though Min was a walking, talking, extremely snarky garbage disposal, he was a good friend.
They stumbled down the stairs after they were finished, high on the fact that this time was just as great as the other ones. They dropped the dishes of in the kitchen and set out to search for Changmin, only to turn around before exiting the doorway to wash and put up the dishes they used.
He was sprawled across the couch when they found him. The show he was supposed to be watching was watching him. Yoochun watched from the sidelines, quiet as Yunho stared at him. He noticed the slight tremble in his hand when he reached to brush the hair out of Changmin's face. Interesting.
He would have stayed in the same spot for the rest of the day just watching them, but Yunho was beckoning him over. He had taken up residence at Changmin's feet. Him sitting on the couch with the other's feet in his lap. He motioned at Yoochun to do the same. He joined them because they always did this.
Just like always they fell asleep. Changmin across their laps, Yoochun half on top of Changmin, and Yunho topping them both.
This is where Changmin's umma found them later and she could tell by looking that they were going to probably regret this decision or accident later. She shook her head, covering them with a blanket. She turned out the light.
"Goodnight boys."
They woke up in pain on Sunday and both Yoochun and Yunho came to a swift agreement that Changmin was at fault.
He scoffed, sneered, then finally settled on a smile. "No one told you two to join me on the couch. I was just fine by myself. It's obvious that you just wanted to feel this sexy while you slept. Which is fine I'm not complaining. Please feel free to touch and ogle at your convenience, but don't blame me when you end up in awkward positions or wake up in pain the next morning." He ended his statement with a leer.
If there was any doubt in Yunho's mind that this wasn't just his normal snarky response, the leer still taking up residence on his face crushed it.
He glanced at Yoochun. His cheeks were flushed. His hands covered his face hiding what Yunho was sure was a smile.
Yunho was about to respond, really he was, but Yoochun had finally moved his hand away from his face. He’s sure that he has a fetish for dimples, shoulder length curly hair pulled into a short ponytail and collarbones. The last one is more than a little weird but it fits. Then again he also has a thing for long legs, eyes that get even more mismatched with a smile, and snark. Maybe it wasn't so weird.
He’s pulled away from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. Eyes are searching his, asking if he is okay. He smiles.
“I’m fine. I do have to go though.” He could see Yoochun opening up his mouth to protest and the frown forming on Changmin’s face. “I haven’t been home all weekend, my parents are probably worried, I need a shower........
They both looked as if they were waiting for the rest of it. The part that would actually have them agreeing with his excuses and letting him go home.
And I’m sick of your faces.” It wasn’t an excuse that could get him out of those looks, but it would do it’s job as a filler and he could just walk out while they mulled over his statement. It started with Yoochun, which things like laughing fits always do. Then it spread to Changmin. When he looks at them, they’re clutching each other and trying to remain upright.
Yunho uses the momentary distraction he’s provided to locate his things. He glances at both of them, waves goodbye, and darts out the door. He yells over his shoulder as he’s walking away. Because he knows they’re standing in the door watching him leave.
“See you tomorrow.”